((Note: Disregard the part in the last entry about the bra ripping. Forgot that it was already disposed of several pages ago.))
When all of the food in the cart was gone, Claire's head squeezed out of the enclosed space, which was not as smooth as squeezing in as all of the food she ate was immediately added to her girth. She grew wider, more of her mass spreading on the street. Part of her spilled over the curb and even oozed through a sewer grate when she exhaled. Her face also puffed out with fat even more, but no other transformations happened.
None of this mattered to her because when her head reunited with the rest of her, the blob in her mind said only one word, one word that came out of her lips at the same time.
"More."
And with that, she started crawling again, heading to a small grocery store with a produce stand in front of it that was 10 feet away from the cart. She took the most direct route, going over the hot dog cart and other refuse, covering these things with her sweat without a care. Once there she made quick work of the fruit lying around, using her body to make tendrils to grab and drop anything edible into her mouth, which opened wider than normally possible in order to gorge herself faster. When there was nothing left, she shifted her bulk against the locked door, pressing against it with more and more of her mass until the hinges broke off, knocking the door on the ground with a loud noise.
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